The General’s Little Peasant Wife

After half a month, Xiao Mu finally entered Beijing. Xiao Yutian personally went outside to meet the city. Looking at his son, Xiao Yutian gave a big hug, and he took a picture of Jomo Mou: "The child is working hard."

"What is the name of the three uncles? Xiao Mu is my younger brother." Jomo looked at the minister on the side and said a faint voice.

Xunziyun walked over with Xuan Xuan and performed a ceremony of the monarchs of the desert: "Xunziyun has seen His Majesty."

"This is the seven emperors? If you don't say it now, let's talk about it later." Xiao Yutian saw this half-size child still quite good.

"it is good."

Xiao Yutian smiled and embraced two children and called Yuziyun to leave together: "Go back to the palace."

The ministers looked at Xiao Mu's relationship with Jomo Moss very well, and then listened to Jomo, who called the emperor, but the three uncles, not the other, a simple name would make them think of them a lot. Unwilling to believe the problem.

In the royal study room, Xiao Yutian looked at his son: "Is Mu's ready?"

"The father is relieved, what to do, Erbo has already told me, I don't think there is any problem." He has this self-confidence, the efforts of this time will not be wasted, and there are brothers around.

"Very good, I am relieved to say that."

"What do you mean by your nephew?" What he actually wants to ask is what his father asked him to do.

"Hey, I just have to come here, and then the relationship with Muer is good enough, they can't do anything easily." Jomo Mou did not hide, said directly.

Xiao Yutian laughed, and it turned out to be smooth.

"That's good. After three days, I will invite you to the Seventh House of the Great Desert. You will see yours by then. You are more familiar with him. I can only help you on the side." Xiao Yutian looked at his son.

Xiao Mu made a fist with both hands and snorted: "Father, you are waiting to see how I crush those old things."

Xiao Yutian was laughed at by the son like this, but his heart was still very happy. The growth of his son was a surprise in his opinion.

"Then I will see you."

After Jomothan went out from the palace, he went to the Princess House with Qinghuai. Xiao Orange, who had received news, had been waiting for a long time.

"Grandmother."

"You are so embarrassed, you are really a mother, how can you let yourself come back alone? If anything happens, what can I do." Xiao Orange said dissatisfied.

Jomomo smiled softly: "I am not alone, but Uncle Rean, and Qinghuai, and Xiaomu, many of them."

Xiao Orange Ya took a look at his grandson and said helplessly: "You, this child, knows to say good things to your mother."

Because this time in the capital will not stay for a long time, Xiao Orange said that nothing will let Jomo return to the township generals, but to leave people directly.

Jomo Mou looked at her grandmother with some helplessness and could only listen to her words.

After the palace feast three days later, Jomo Mou was very formal and somewhat luxurious.

The purple-gold robes are worn on the body, making Jomo Moore look very extravagant.

Xiao Orange looked at her grandson and was very satisfied with nod: "Well, my grandson should be like this."

"Grandma, are you going today?"

"This is definitely going to go, but it may not be with you." Xiao Orange said with a frown, she would go with the white ink, that is, their son Bai Yu would not bring it.

Jomomo snorted and stopped saying more.

"Hey, if today are those old things, dare to bully you and Xiaomu, see how I can clean them up." Xiao Orangeya snorted and said with anger.

Jomo Mou silently looked at his grandmother, grandmother, you are a princess, to be elegant, how can you do such a fight? However, he did not dare to say this, and the province was cleaned up by his grandmother.

In the evening, Jomothan took a step ahead of them. At the time of arrival, a lot of people had arrived. This time, I don’t know if it’s because of Jomo’s reason. The young masters who are about the same age in his house are coming. The posture made Jomo can't help but smile coldly. Can he still not know the thoughts of these people?

"He is the son of the general of the town? Not so good."